Doubtless, they #chop . They've chopped and will chop more until there is nothing left. Like the carcinoma, avid and efficient, but these are men. Men who don't think or feel. They only obey, on hearing the wormsong blown into the ear, one that pleases the lizard in them. #vss365

We are waiting around. They have to #chop off what's wrong with us, but they don't know how. We can't work; we see things. Lots just sleep, others drink. They promised to fix us, damned liars. In our better world, we don't die. We don't hear the gunfire. We never killed.
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Today I didn't get any writing done. I read, went shopping, repotted 3 plants, one fought back (cactus; worse than bathing a cat), cleaned, and I just got the 20:20 (CET) esoteric message: 'Take all the time you need.'
OK...dinner and movie time.😂

So I just found out that...according to some big name Lit Mag Sub Guidelines--->stories about angels and heaven or hell or whatever are trop cliché. Like, dude, grow an imagination.

Today's micro-fiction
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Long read, well worth your time.
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He did not give them their deaths, but the #fluid of life stilled just the same. Their absence matches the silence of his own, down the long passing of time. These were the unborn messages, the nutrients of life, words never said. Nothing born grows without support.
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With all the patience I can #muster , I promise to slog through all the junk, and trite, boring bullshit this 'culture' so copiously offers, only to see if I find a single, precious thing worth paying attention to, but looking out the window is vastly more important, no?
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She brushed the excess #glue from her otherwise clear blue eyes and reached for the hairbrush. The curls were soft and luminous. Clothes next; it would be a big day. She chose the teal one with the lovely crisp pinafore. That's when she saw the mites—a Dollmaker's bane. #vss365

A #probe passed the inferior thyroid on its way to the subclavial. The garnet-colored blood sluiced it into the left lung ,where it captured strangely winking cells on film, and the others, already locked into their mounting. repetitive monologues. The man coughed.
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The grass #parched bleach yellow, and the withered berries closed their little eyes and fell to the ground. The fish went away, or came back inexplicably on a plate. Our lives turned rocketship hot, and the Red Sea boiled whether by blood or water. I suck on a stone.
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There were moments of #lithe understanding, when no longer did he feel the rigidity of fear or anger. His thoughts then moved gracefully towards forgiveness and healing, so that he later needed nothing more to get on with his life, less sensational though it may seem.
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Happy Sunday #WritingCommmunity !

With just 8 days until entries for this year's competition open, we thought a proper introduction to the #SFFiction team would be in order 😁

The three of us are ready for the 18th March, we hope you are too! Get scribbling! 💚

I can see in your eyes that you don't believe me. To be fair, there's not a #speck of truth in my stories; and we are quite alone here. The sun comes up over the horizon again. I begin to spin more fabrications as I clear away the breakfast dishes. You'll like this one.
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loved an occasional splash about in the lake in summer, and swam lengths in the pool, fifty, then a hundred. I felt really proud of myself until I learned that Olympic swimmers put in a minimum of 300. Suddenly, 100 wasn't good enough. Man, how I could #wheeze .
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There were schemes #percolating in B's mind; this much was clear from his odd expression and the noncommital words: 'We'll have to see.'
Joplin hated it, and the impotence he felt. He knew B wasn't telling him all, as he opened his electrical toolbox. Speed would be key.
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